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Roleplay Type: World of Equestria.
Name: SandBar
Sex: Male
Age: Young Stallion
Species: Earth Pony
Eye Color: Light Sea Green
Coat: Pale Green
Mane: Light Cyan
Physique: Earth Pony Average
Residence: School of Friendship. (Originally Seaward Shoals.)
Occupation: Student at the School of Friendship. Really, he doesn't need help with friendship, but it's an excuse to help others.
Cutie Mark: Triple Turtles
History: Sandbar was born to a loving family in the small port of Seaward Shoals where he naturally gained a bit of an affinity in the ocean, most notably the marine biology. Although he really wanted to pursue his talent more deeply, he felt that at that point in his age, he couldn't quite do it alone. He needed friends, charisma, and in his small town, there weren't many others around his age. When he heard of the School of Friendship, he knew that was his ticket out of there, not that he hated the place, but because it didn't amount to him much at that time. He must admit though that he was going to miss his family, especially his foal sister.
When he arrived at the school, he couldn't have entirely known what he was getting himself into. Five new friends from five different naturally less charismatic species, what kind of jackpot did he find here? He was just a pony like most of the others, why him? Well, his genericism would end up playing a key part in saving their school from Cozy Glow and the EEA. How could a pony willingly want to help some exotic weird creatures? Nothing could possibly go wrong if you just let him go. He's not like the others. A pony is just who he is on the outside. On the inside, he was a person, just like his friends.
Character Personality: Sandbar is just a naturally nice and chill guy. He has a high desire to help others and will go along with plans that he doesn't necessarily agree with just so they won't go wrong, and if they do go wrong, well at least an attempt was made. He is not one to try and disappoint others, losing a friend might just as well crush him. The events at the School of Friendship has shown that he is an easily trusted individual.
Character Summary: Sandbar is a dependable chill Earth Pony. He didn't become a student to help himself, but rather to help others... help himself. As much as he wanted to help the ocean, he felt the first step was to learn more about the world, and the best way to do that is to build up your charisma with some more friends. Even if he was debatably the most generic of the group, there was still a part for him to play in such group.

Roleplay Type: WoE
Name: Luna Sex: Mare Age: Over a thousand years old. Species: Alicorn Eye colour: Teal Coat: A deep, slightly desaturated blue Mane/Tail: A brighter blue that's flecked with stars. Physique: Slim, athletic, head and shoulders taller than most ponies.
Residence: Canterlot Occupation: A princess and one half of the diarch that rules Equestria Cutie Mark: A white, crescent moon Unique Traits: A large black, spotty blotch on her hindquarters. Her mane is airy and seems to flutter and float with every little movement; it flows freely when she wishes to display power. She has partial immortality- long lived, but not invincible.
Skills
Dreamwalking: During a time when she was still imprisoned in the moon as Nightmare Moon, Luna discovered that she could still influence ponies in Equestria through entering dreams and sowed nightmares. Now, she chooses to make up for it by helping ponies confront their fears, and helping them deal with their problems so they will no longer have recurring dreams.
Magic: As one of Starswirl's students, Princess Luna has a skill and understanding in magic, especially of the more dark variety to the point she created something called a Tantabus, and she is capable of dreamwalking, something nopony else is capable of, much less has the power to do.
Weaknesses
New Moons: Princess Luna is closely connected to the moon. She is strongest during full moons, but new moons leave her weaker when the moon is eclipsed by the planet.
History:
Character Personality: After all the time she'd lost to being imprisoned in the moon, Luna's manner of speech and views are more old fashioned, although this is slowly changing the more she adapts to the modern day. While she may not share her sister's playful sense of humor, she is known to fall back on her more prankish nature from time to time when the opportunity presents itself, although her duty as princess and her experiences have prevented it. Luna works towards her improving her social skills with ponies of the modern day, and while she is occasionally still shy and uncertain when she is among ponies, she is becoming more comfortable as she settles back into her role as one of the diarchs of Equestria and keeps a calm facade amidst troubled times. Luna still struggles with her guilt over what she's done, and it often weighs heavily upon her shoulders. She feels she must make up for it somehow, and she has found that she can do so through dreamwalking- helping ponies deal with their nightmares and facing what troubles them most. Her kindness and willingness to help are most often expressed through her dreamwalking, and on occasion in person as well, when she sees that somepony is in need of help or a guiding hoof to steer them right. Her way of helping them avoid what she had become. The Element of Honesty shows most strongly in her- Luna never shies from speaking her mind or telling a pony the truth. She feels lies do more harm than good and she is adamant that she never be lied to.
Character Summary: One of the diarchs of Equestria, Luna shares her sister's burden of ruling their kingdom and is the opposite to Celestia in many ways; quite literally the night to her day. She is the one responsible for raising the moon and beginning the night, and has also taken on the task of protecting the dreams of ponies to make up for once causing nightmares during her long imprisonment in the moon; the only way she could still influence Equestria. She has slowly regained her power and she's still adapting to the many changes the modern day has brought with it while struggling with her guilt. She is slowly getting better, and she has become much more comfortable in her role as one of Equestria's princesses, although she does not speak much in public unless it is necessary for an event.

The train makes its slowing approach to the town's station just as the evening begins to settle in. The position of the sun allowing for its more orange colors as it slowly makes its way to sink into the horizon. That is, until a blot of black races up and away from the rear car silently slices its way through the sky. At least it would appear to be that way to anyone who happened to be looking skyward; a possibility that the flying figure is mostly hoping to be false. In the meantime, it finds necessity in a small bit of reconnaissance to survey the area; and it hardly takes long to find a decent vantage point.
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The figure squats to appear as merely a blob of black as his blue eyes scan over the rural town from what he gathers to be the town hall. He perches himself atop the tall structure as he observes the citizens below while trying to be the least conspicuous as possible. In doing so, he is quick to sink into feelings of uncertainty. In what appears to be the town center, all he could make out were the all too familiar equine figures that trot their way along the ground. Granted, the evening hours make for a less densely packed area, but never before has he felt like such a minority; perhaps the only of his kind... He sighs. After doing so, he does his best in mentally preparing for the many challenges he'll inevitably face as a newcomer to this realm.
"Alright.. here we go," the dark figure utters to himself as he prepares for his descent. Though he decides that landing behind the town hall could be his best bet for avoiding too much attention. Without even thinking twice, the bipedal would lean backwards and let gravity do the work. An instant later, and he dives headfirst into the ground; then reaching the halfway point between the peak of the building and the ground. He reorients his body in the style of a backflip to allow his feet to point down. Finally, he would allow his aura to manifest and enable him to slow his fall so that his feet gently touchdown with little to no effort. He lets out one last breath before turning around...

"I sensed a shadow here." The Crystal Empire's snowy wastelands to the far north were a dangerous and inhospitable place. Only pegasi who trained for biting cold weather flight soar overhead. But not in a deep blizzard. And hardly this time of day nor every day. "A once great shadow now cast to that of a small, withering shade from the light." Through the piercing, blinding ice and wind, the air riddled with speckles of thick and heavy snowflakes, piling on 6inches by the hour meant that he were now on high altitude. No average stallion or mare would dare venture so far into the tundra without some sort of prior use to the frost. And some nifty spells on top of a thick, enchanted cloak. "A somber shadow... One who'd forsaken everything for great gain only to be left with the heritage he'd born into..." A single, piercing white ray of white light pans through the howling darkness... like a lighthouse on the prowl. Reflecting off the white and technically making visibility bright but the sheer density of airborne particles still made it all look white and barren. It was the smell... no the presence of a darkness; wounded and writhing inside coming ever closer. Only a special pony could trace this kind of presence. "Nothing." With snow up to his belly, his mane frosted to his skull.. his hat luckily held down by his lengthy ears and lengthy horn.. A set of glowing, sapphire eyes soon join the origin of such a beautiful spotlight. Casting in that of a white orb floating just above the tip of his arcane spire. Armed only with a hitched to his belt and the two articles of clothing.. and perhaps saddlebags littered with food... A lone stallion shuffled through the ice patch. Not pacing the earth beneath him so much as the peaks of mountains in the distance. When you venture through the blinding white out you don't trek aimlessly.. you look for something in the distance otherwise ponies end up rounding in lame circles only to freeze to death. Not to say he wasn't cold.. but his robes bought him a considerable amount of time. And he had come here willfully. In pursuit of a rumor that... for all intensive purposes did not actually unsettle him all that much. Defeated as this presence were it could potentially pose a threat, yes.. But what was the point? The Somber Shadow could not attain enough power to threaten Equestria any longer. He'd done his fair share of research into the subject nigh a week before plodding out from the Imperial Capital. The Crystal Heart would forever bane a foe from threatening the North. The Elements to the South rendered the need to hunt sterile in the land of Equestria. So for all intents and Purposes... The Inquisitor were still on Vacation. Had he been in Whitescar or Unyasi he'd have capitalized on this issue, claiming that any and all presence of Dark Magic be thwarted and destroyed... burned to a smoldering crisp if possible.. An experience he sought as something of a guilty pleasure. He performed fowl acts in the knowledge that no matter how cruel it may appear... the results are beneficial to everypony. Whether they argue his point or not. Thus he were relentless come the usual upstarts. But this were an entirely different situation. And even strong practitioners of Anti-Dark Magic such as Twilight Sparkle would only find scrutiny for him had he'd come to behead somepony. That kind of thing didn't look so great in the eyes of the average Equestrian Citizen. But he still wanted to feed into his curiosity. His eyes though narrowed to fend off the cold were clearly making attentive motions.. Peering into the distance; a thick tan scarf and underguard of warm wool shielding his exposed portions from the ice whilst his powerful cloaks endured the brunt of the snarling cold. "But from nothing you can build Anew. Perhaps that is why I am here... Not only to sight see. I must be cautious and yet.. Should I truly be? I know not how powerful this shadow still remains. A threat ... He.. Could pose. but we've yet to be certain of that. He will not be expecting me. Though I am positive he senses my presence." What's this? The foot of a mountain stands before him. Stopping as he notes.. not physical tracks; but a lingering aurum. Like a stench. Or a blood splatter. Well versed in tracking the essence of somepony torn to agony by the sheer weight of the evils they've committed. Committed using the Abyssal Arts. The evil of the supernatural world bleeding into their reality. Of all magical planes it were Dark Magic he truthfully believed should be eliminated without regard. It only ever brought sadness. "Sombra...", he utters aloud, the snow blotting him out as his eyes follow the slight workings of a path up into the high-peek. He could see it. Where the shadows casted by his radiant light pooled and formed the indention of a cave. Like a well battered machine the stallion begins to hasten up the mountainside. He were already at such a high altitude he knew not what the interior of this cave would bode... but he hadn't much of a choice and he very much wanted to be out of this blizzard. "I do wonder if he will be violent. Cannot say I've ever spoken to an Evil King. I sha'll peg it off of my bucket list." Dragging his long limbs through the snow, hardly stumbling over some buried rocks, his horn flares. Drawing his sword and recasting his revealing light. 100 meters later his cloaks drag into the hulk of this cavern entrance. The snow still mingling in.. But now he could see. The bowing stones, the shadows cast long by his seeking gaze... Finally some clarity; no more white-out. His iron sword hovered beside his head.. it weren't immediate suspect but rather a sort of muscle memory to anticipate a hoofful of fowl beasts the come rushing you at the front door. When it were clear it were quite vacant. He sheathed his weapon... awkwardly clearing his throat before taking some deep, relaxing breaths. For as experienced as he were in such a situation.. you couldn't say that he couldn't be nervous anymore. This were an entirely different level of becoming one with shadow. If those books and tomes were not lying to him that is. Even in a weakened state.. getting the jump on his stallion could mean his untimely end. The shuffling of Umek's hooves and his wears + saddlebags were now an echoing sound fleeting down the long hall of this deep cavern, "You are here.", he mutters in a somewhat observative distaste and in an unusually, earthern accent; a faint irish. Soft.. resounding. Not too aggressive. Before long the snow had melted from his gait the deeper he lingered into this tunnel. His wide brimmed hat hung over his sapphiric eyes coupled with such deep, brown wears and tan underguard to keep the ice off of his exposed body where his robe could not protect him. He even took down his hood.. something he didn't often wear so that Umek could properly fixate his hat, "How deep into the underdark do you crawl, though.. I wonder." ://canterlot.ipbhost.com/uploads/gallery/album_1076/gallery_11407_1076_696308.jpg ((Something to this extent, but wrapped up even more for the Frost))

This page will be dedicated to all the canon characters for MLP: Mares of Tomorrow and their roles in the rp. This will just give a background of how said ponies lived their lives prior to the events taking place. Do not for any reason post in this forum! This is for me to keep track and inform you all! If you have any questions about this or have any suggestions, PM them to me and I'll get right back to you. Main RP

Alright exciting news every pony! Since the fall of Lovinity when it came to power (in one of the role plays and from Canterlot's residence inspection), I've thought that I'd have to terminate (kill) Lovinity off for good since she's been rejected in not just here but other places on the internet. That changed. Canterlot here offered a personal trainer for Lovinity, giving her the opportunity to lose the OP, become a realistic character, and not be rejected anymore from places. Only Canterlot offered to do such thing, and so we are grateful. Shoot the coach even gave Lovinity a last name as part of her re-birth. She is now known as "Lovinity Hearts". She is now in World of Equestria since her coaching. However she hasn't role played in there just yet. She's been busy her own, setting up a role play series in Crossovers "My OC Pony: Friendships Untold". The first episode was "attempted" in Free-for-all, but got way too out-of-hand with over-powering spells and such. So that episode fell down... and we're now trying to make a second take of the episode in Crossovers... with much more strict RP rules. In fact, the same rules of World of Equestria will now apply in this Role Play, with the exception that OCs do not need an approved application to join (but to play a cast character you do need one). That is the latest and so we must head off for now. We will talk soon again.

I know that there is a thread for Unusual Head-canon in 18+, but I thought an alt canon thread everyone can talk in would be nice. (and my search turned up zip for "canon") Mainly I was wondering what Fan stories you find altering your view of canon. I've really become attached to this story, and the stories growing out of it. It almost replaces some things in the show as "canon" in my head. A few shorts I've been reading on FiMFiction have influenced my view of things too. What all have you been reading that's made "new canon" for you?